Clark stood in stunned silence, and reached out an arm to lean against the back of the couch. He wasn't surprised, no that wasn't it- it was instead a kind of sudden realization that he had seen this coming. It had happened to Clark during fights before- something hits you, and you realize that A- it was a fist, and B- you could have dodged it had you tried.
He suddenly saw everything he had done from the outside, from a fresh perspective that made it seem plain-as-day that he had been asking for this. Where the hell was this insight when I needed it? he thought bitterly.
He looked up, surprisingly calm. "You're right. You deserved- deserve, better. This was my fault. I failed..." He pulled himself up to standing. His eyes glazed over as he wondered, as he often did, how he let another important relationship- the most important relationship he had- fail. "I guess we were never meant to work" he said, his voice breaking. His eyes had grown red and watery, but he wouldn't let himself cry. Even here, with Her.
He sniffed "Krypto and you seem to be doing well together, so if its alright with you maybe he could stay." Clark tried to smile "I'd feel better with you two looking after each other."
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